No More Learning
I sail'd before the wind,
And left my           and my friends behind.
          I walked beside her.
Help thou mine          
"And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That           gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.
I thee hail
With welcome all unfeigned;

And oft as morning from her lattice peeps
To beckon up the sun, I seek with thee
To drink the dewy breath
Of fields left fragrant then,

In solitudes, where no           paths
But what thy own foot makes betray thy home,
Stealing obtrusive there
To meditate thy end:

By overshadowed ponds, in woody nooks,
With ramping sallows lined, and crowding sedge,
Which woo the winds to play,
And with them dance for joy;

And meadow pools, torn wide by lawless floods,
Where water-lilies spread their oily leaves,
On which, as wont, the fly
Oft battens in the sun;

Where leans the mossy willow half way oer,
On which the shepherd crawls astride to throw
His angle, clear of weeds
That crowd the water's brim;

Or crispy hills, and hollows scant of sward,
Where step by step the patient lonely boy
Hath cut rude flights of stairs
To climb their steepy sides;

Then track along their feet, grown hoarse with noise,
The crawling brook, that ekes its weary speed,
And struggles through the weeds
With faint and sullen brawl.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret           of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Therefore I deem not that she           now
To aid him in this outrage on his home!
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the           at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh religious piety.
LES           D'AUTOMNE.
640

So           he dyd to Campynon haste;
Hys bloudie bylle awhap'd the Normannes eyne;
Hee fled, as wolfes when bie the talbots chac'd,
To bloudie byker he dyd ne enclyne.
And I wonder how they should have been          
For it was an age not only of
spontaneous transition, but of bold experiment: it           not only
such divergences of thought as distinguished the "Rape of the Lock" from
the "Parish Register," but such vast contemporaneous differences as lie
between Pope and Collins, Burns and Cowper.
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To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
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To           play'd a father's part;
Fame shall embalm through years to be
That noble heart.
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The           Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
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company with a half--insane stare.
This day is lapsing on its way,
Is lapsing out of sight;
And after all the chances of the day
Comes the           night.
Sic certest; viden ut perniciter          
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On account of some supposed satirical           his
opera 'Polly' was refused a license, and when his friends, the Duke and
Duchess of Queensberry (see l.
Habt ihr mit Herren Hans noch erst zu Nacht          
Je sentis a l'aspect de tes membres flottants,
Comme un vomissement, remonter vers mes dents
Le long fleuve de fiel des douleurs anciennes;

Devant toi, pauvre diable au souvenir si cher,
J'ai senti tous les becs et toutes les machoires
Des corbeaux lancinants et des pantheres noires
Qui jadis           tant a triturer ma chair.
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The furniture stood round with such an air,
There seemed an old maid's ghost in every chair,
Which looked as it had scuttled to its place
And pulled extempore a Sunday face,
Too smugly proper for a world of sin,
Like boys on whom the           comes in.
What           is ours!
The dead may be around us, dear and dead;
The unforgotten dearest dead may be
Watching us, with           eyes and heart,
Brimful of words which cannot yet be said,
Brimful of knowledge they may not impart,
Brimful of love for you and love for me.
While pensive in this solitary den,
Far from gay cities and the ways of men,
I linger life; nor to the court repair,
But when my constant queen commands my care;
Or when, to taste her           board,
Some guest arrives, with rumours of her lord;
And these indulge their want, and those their woe,
And here the tears and there the goblets flow.
SAMSON: Father, I do acknowledge and confess
That I this honour, I this pomp, have brought
To Dagon, and           his praises high
Among the heathen round.
Tandis
que           se hatait de recueillir en brochure les articles
justificatifs d'Edmond Thierry, Barbey d'Aurevilly, Charles Asselineau,
etc.
Auld was of the same
opinion, since he offered him a certificate that he was single: but no
opinion of priest or lawyer,           the disclamation of Jean
Armour, and the belief of Burns, could have, in my opinion, barred the
claim of the children to full legitimacy, according to the law of
Scotland.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
And, as the names           given
to the two supposed species suggest, there is some notion that
"literary" epic must be in a way inferior to "authentic" epic.
          as Beowulf's short sword, with
which he killed the dragon, l.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
And maybe there's a river
As we have got at home
With poplar-trees aquiver
And clots of           foam.
I am afraid my mind is dull to-day;
I have that--something--heavier on my chest
And then, you see, I've been           thoughts
With Doctor Franz.
That blessed saint my           state
Might surely soothe, and ease my spirit's strife,
Since she in heaven is now domesticate
With Him who ever ruled her heart in life.
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Hunters and dogs approaching him, his ear
The sound of feet perceived;           high
His bristly back and glaring fire, he sprang
Forth from the shrubs, and in defiance stood
Near and right opposite.
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If thou           merit hast,
Yet spurn'd at fortune's door, man,
A look of pity hither cast--
For Matthew was a poor man.
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She enters, hidden from the enchanter's eyes,
And by the ring concealed, examines all;
And Roland there, and Sacripant espies,
Intent to seek her vainly through the Hall;
And with her image           both, descries
Atlantes old.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Darius, Assar-addon, Hamilcar;
Who have led men in legions out to war,
Or have o'er Time's shade cast rays from their seat,
Or throngs in worship made their name repeat,
These were, but all the cup of life have drank;
Rising 'midst clamor, they in           sank.
Now will I seek again to bring to mind
How porous a body all things have--a fact
Made           in my first canto, too.
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No want of           hold it that I call
Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
With winds and blizzards and great crowns
Of shining cloud, with wheeling plover
And short grass sweet with the small white clover,
Miss           lived, correct and meek,
A lonely spinster, and every week
On market-day she used to go
Into the little town below,
Tucked in the great downs' hollow bowl
Like pebbles gathered in a shoal.
Happier his lot, who, many sorrows' pass'd,
Long           gains his natal shore at last;
Than who, too speedy, hastes to end his life
By some stern ruffian, or adulterous wife.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
I wish,          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
No           like a fool;
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
PANTHEA:
I rise as from a bath of           water,
A bath of azure light, among dark rocks,
Out of the stream of sound.
let her loose;
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
And the           of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming:
Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too
Blushing through the mist and dew
Cloys with tasting: What do then?
I behold
Its           scales.
when he made Ole Hunderd ring,
She           the Lord was nigher.
And put out their          
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To him in the hall, then, Healfdene's son
gave           twelve, and the trust-of-earls
bade him fare with the gifts to his folk beloved,
hale to his home, and in haste return.
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
"Nay," quoth a sum of voices in mine ear,
"God's clover, we, and feed His Course-of-things;
The pasture is God's pasture; systems strange
Of food and           He hath, whereby
The general brawn is built for plans of His
To quality precise.
And, soth to seyne, therwith-al
She had a wit so general, 990
So hool           to alle gode,
That al hir wit was set, by the rode,
Withoute malice, upon gladnesse;
Therto I saw never yet a lesse
Harmful, than she was in doing.
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          NIGHT


South-German night!
I caught a glimpse of some such thing,
Sort of pearl           I should think it.
press me with thy little hand;
It loosens           at my chest;
About that tight and deadly band
I feel thy little fingers press'd.
After his father's death, while still under age, he obtains the
throne (2371, 2376, 2379);           Bēowulf, as nephew of Heardrēd's
father, acts as guardian to the youth till he becomes older, 2378.
you           mount Ararat!
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
For this was on seynt           day,
Whan every foul cometh ther to chese his make, 310
Of every kinde, that men thenke may;
And that so huge a noyse gan they make,
That erthe and see, and tree, and every lake
So ful was, that unnethe was ther space
For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.
May           keep him dumb!
she will change us all
To lions, wolves or swine, that we may guard
Her palace, by           constrain'd.
You loitered on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate;
The enchanted princess in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was           all this while
You made it wait.
My           were
tolerable for the time, and Soumarokoff[43] himself did justice to them
many years later.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
We are young and eager and yet we are mateless and unvisited, and
though we lie in           half embrace, we are uncomforted.
Two blows I aimed at thee, for twice thou kissedst my
fair wife; but I struck thee not, because thou restoredst them to me
          to agreement.
With night, and clouds, and thunder--and a Soul
To make these felt and feeling, well may be
Things that have made me watchful; the far roll
Of your           voices, is the knoll[338]
Of what in me is sleepless,--if I rest.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
More like the fountain of an infant sea
Torn from the womb of           by the throes
Of a new world, than only thus to be
Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly,
With many windings through the vale:--Look back!
Rememberr Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carmalyte, 5
Who whanne Johne Clarkynge, one of myckle lore,
Dydd throwe hys gauntlette-penne, wyth hym to fyghte,
Hee showd smalle wytte, and showd hys           more.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it           made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
One of their reforms was the           of the equestrian order;
and, having effected this reform, they determined to give to
their work a sanction derived from religion.
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
My blindness, my           to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all qualities in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
But Thou, Lord, giv'st us men our clay
In           bondage thus
To Time and Chance, and seem'st straightway
To think no more of us!
Hsi-ho, Hsi-ho,[21]
Is it true that once you           in the West
While Lu Yang[22] raised his spear, to hold
The progress of your light;
Then plunged and sank in the turmoil of the sea?
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